PROTEUS
But, dost thou hear? gavest thou my letter to Julia?
SPEED
Ay sir: I, a lost mutton, gave your letter to her,
a laced mutton, and she, a laced mutton, gave me, a
lost mutton, nothing for my labour.
PROTEUS
Here’s too small a pasture for such store of muttons.
May 15, 2009 at 9:13 pm |
[...] of Verona: “she, a laced mutton, gave me, a lost mutton, nothing for my labour” (1.1.95-100); “having nothing but the word ‘noddy’ for my pains” (1.1.117-126); “I could [...]